====== Byronic Machines - 09/20/20 ====== ===== Five Souls ===== GMed by Eligor, Co-GMed by Novine [---] Light. The world suddenly blinks to life as the backdrop of darkness fades and bends from the dull yellow rising in the background, revealing the gears and cogs of the inner workings of a clock. With the click of the gears beginning to turn, consciousness would arrive in five minds--five lights--floating idly within the inner workings of the machines. They appeared as bodies composed of glowing dust, each a distinct hue of a respective color to differentiate them from one another. Not far from these lights, a figure emerged from the darkness. Or perhaps it was always there, but hidden from view from the lack of light illluminating the area. It appeared to be a faceless doll, wearing a suit and holding a cane with a transparent orb at the end. It wore a suit, and unlike the five souls in the room it was very clearly corporeal. It tilted it's featureless head to the side as it observed the souls before twirling the cane in it's hand, finishing the tiny show by cracking the cane's tip against the pitch black floor. The five souls would in that moment remember themselves, WHO they were up to their most recent memory in the outside world--the real world. A flood of memories accompanied by a truth that forcefully would wrench it's way into each of their minds one after the other:They were not real. Wherever they were, whatever they were...they were but a copy, a fragment snapped off from the whole like shedded skin or shaved hair. The doll watched them as the memories would bore deeper into their skulls, the tapping of it's cane seemingly growing ever louder until every memory had returned to them in full. ((GM note: Be sure to post what color you are, and feel free to be as specific with it as you like. It might be important later.)) ''[Gair]'' A form of deep gold would writhe within the confines of his machine-like prison, the coloration of his glow akin to the setting sun. Where...where am I?!A glowy head darts around, trying to take in the alien surroundings of this machinery. Would there be any way to discern his incorporeal features, they could see only horror writ upon his features. I was just in bed, took my sling off- MY ARM!A moment later he would frantically search himself, glowing fingers practically digging into his left arm as if it were utterly alien to him. I lost it, no it was broken...but when?!WHEN?!Whoever this golden spirit is, it's having a terrible time of recollection. Both hands now clutch his head and he's curled in his listlessly floating position. This is a nightmare, they aren't all dead, they aren't all dead, they aren't all dead...This is repeated in his head ad nauseum. ''[Blue]'' A blue shimmer slowly sparks to life nearby, the light there dim but growing brighter with each passing...second? This one had been dreaming for what felt like a long time, and as the cane struck the floor, memories would return to it in droves. She recalls talking to the voice in the darkness and feeling super safe with the rush of sand lulling her into a pleasant slumber. It is the other memories that come back that leave the spirit dizzied and distraught. Where is everyone? Where are my friends? What has happened? Did I hurt people again? The spirit quakes, not from the strange circumstances of her arrival at this strange landscape of gears and cogs but rather the uncertainty of everything she doesn't see and cannot know. ''[A'erina]'' As the memories flooded each soul, the Crimson one clutched at her head, her features not present to anyone or anything else. But the memories, these were her memories, and she remembers them... Struggling throughout her life with a savage animal practically trapped inside her, falling in love only to have her heart ripped out, the friends she made, the things she did... She remembers it all. So why does she remember being a servant to something sinister? Why does she remember killing one of her best friends... and being killed by her own cousin? " These arent my memories." She would say to herself. " That never happened... Did it? " The Crimson colour, clearly a reflection of who she was. Her favourite colour, always finding it's way onto whatever attire she wore. The hue of her eyes, it was the same as her mother's. The anger and violence she exhibited. Whatever was happening to her, as she managed a brief look at the surroundings before continuing to process this rush of all her memories, she didn't like. " ...I died...?" ''[R'Lamiza]'' As the memories flooded, the white one, glowing like a dim star, clutched their head and, started dry heaving”What is this?” They’d start to panic their light growing dimmer with each inhale of whatever the air contained here. “Why am I here? I didn’t die did I? No... this is...” the figure of white would look around. “Like that time...” as a memory of a particularly tragic past memory had made its way in. “Not again... never again...” it started to curl up and scream, could it scream? Would anything hear it’s pain? The pearl white figure did not care. But before long more memories flooded in causing disruption and internal chaos. Trying to scream louder before suddenly stopping. “No.” It said.”I will not allow it!” The steady dimming of it’s light ceased. And but a moment longer and it rapidly grew brighter before shouting.”NEVER AGAIN.” Standing upright looking down at its form. White did not do the now nearly blindingly bright form justice. It was a swirl of chaotic mixtures of pure unadulterated white, darkened almost grey like hues and a saddened halfway missed mix between the two colors. “I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED.” It chanted to itself. Looking now at the faceless suited figure. Unsure if it even had a voice. Or if this sudden growth of Will was manufactured but that was not something on its mind but it said nothing more as it’s beautiful hues told it’s story for it. ''[Tadashi]'' The form in black dropped to it's knee, clutching it's head as the memories began. As the memories came back, starting as a slow trickle, it allows itself to shift into a cross legged position, before the flow began. Reminders of mother and father turned the form a bright pink, before their death shifted it back to darkness. Following this memories that seemed interchangeable slowly drained the color of the shade, leaving it almost clear. Memories of leaving and arriving came next, turning the shade to pink once more, reminded of the happy moments it experienced. Then, memories of wandering, aimlessness and exploration. The shade didn't know what to make of these, so it returned to a more clear pink, still enjoying the newness of it all, but without purpose it lacked something. However, this clearness was not to last, as the shade slowly grew a brighter and brighter pink as it remembered. It remembered countless victories. Companionship. As it caught up to the present it was reminded of it's learnings of magics, and fond memories with it's teacher. Once the cascade of memories finished, it observed it's surroundings, full of complex machinations the form would not understand. [---] The faceless doll pulled a pocket watch from its breast pocket and observed it with a slight incline of its head before turning to the group. Possibly. The voice sounded more like a set of rotating bones jangling in a hollow container than that of a person, but with another tap of the cane, the garbled mess of words became clear. <